#food

Have you tried the cinnamon things?" Poppet asks. "They're rather new. What are they called, Widge?" "Fantastically delicious cinnamon things? ↗

— Erin Morgenstern

#food

What was that you were saying just before the food arrived? Something about me...no competition...best thing that ever happened to you..." "I don't remember that last part," I say, hoping it's too dim in here for the cameras to pick up my blush. "Oh, that's right. That what I was thinking," he says. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#katniss-everdeen #peeta-mellark #food

The discovery of a new dish does more for the happiness of the human race than the discovery of a star. ↗

— Jean Anthelme Brillat-Savarin

#astronomy-vs-gastronomy #food #happiness #food

There are plastic bags with zippers on them. I've seen them in commercials," Dragos said to her. He snapped his fingers, trying to remember the name. "You put food in them." "Ziploc bags?" she asked in a cautious voice. He pointed at her. "Yes. I want one. ↗

— Thea Harrison

#romance #thea-harrison #food

I have been used to consider poetry as "the food of love" said Darcy. "Of a fine, stout, healthy love it may. Everything nourishes what is strong already. But if it be only a slight, thin sort of inclination, I am convinced that one good sonnet will starve it entirely away. ↗

— Jane Austen

#banter #courtship #poetry #food

If sex were food, Rhage would haven been morbidly obese. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#food

How can a nation be called great if its bread tastes like kleenex? ↗

— Julia Child

#food #usa #food

His Majesty needs a can-I girl anyway. And I’m not it.” “A can-I girl?” Andrea frowned. I leaned back. “ ‘ Can I fetch you your food, Your Majesty? Can I tell you how strong and mighty you are, Your Majesty? Can I pick out your fleas, Your Majesty? Can I kiss your ass, Your Majesty? Can I . . .” It dawned on me that Raphael was sitting very still. Frozen, like a statue, his gaze fixed on the point above my head. “He’s standing behind me, isn’t he? ↗

— Ilona Andrews

#food

I like her," Brad said, chuckling. "For a Red Sox tee shirt wearing woman I guess she's okay," Jason grumbled. "Does no one care that she just manhandled me?" Trevor demanded, facing the men who should be properly outraged on his behalf. Jason snorted. "A s long as she brings me food she can bitch slap you and call you spanky." Trevor narrowed his eyes on the men who dared laugh at his pain. Betraying bastards. ↗

— R.L. Mathewson

#jason #perfection #rl-mathewson #trevor #food

Don't run I never liked fast food ↗

— Rachel Caine

#humor #vampires #food